Divine Wind lyrics

D. Roeser - )

Blood of bat, tail of newt
Wing of metal, gold or steel
Fight of health, flash of pain
Staff of life, or poison rain

If he really thinks we`re the devil, then let`s send `em to hell

Fast food, fast cars
Fast women, movie stars
Time of trouble, time of trial
Turn to Memphis, pray awhile

If he really thinks we`re the devil, then let`s send `em to hell

Anxious lovers, bums in the street
Jackals in waistcoats, men in sheets
Purple mountains, waves of grain
Grace of God, thy will be done

If he really thinks we`re the devil, then let`s send `em to hell
If he really thinks we`re the devil, then let`s send `em to hell
(shouted) If he really thinks we`re the devil, then let`s send `em to hell